212 < Chapter 37. None or Once (5) >

Just before that night.

By the time Raven had eaten a carrot raised just for himself, Lucy had picked up the dried chicken well, and Kyrie, who was with Hina, had been beaten with a long tail to try to pet Lucy, at least she was smarter than the late Evan Brisen.

Arianne, who wanted to drink mint tea once, frowned and was furious about why people eat this stuff, and Tailan smiled and tasted mint.

Just around the time Chase walked into Devlan's office, and Plants was working, working and working after lunch.

- Cheers.

With a small sound, Calian drops his cup of tea and bursts into laughter. Demirea, who was sitting across from her, did not care about frowning and the loud laugh lasted for quite a long time.

"Ahh · · · · · · · · Sorry about the smile, Demirea."

"I've delivered the disrespectful words of the late Evan Brissen, and you're laughing."

Demirea, who has a pretty face, asks, Calian barely calms down again. I just apologized and continued to laugh unbearably.

"Prince."

Jan calls out to Calian once, smiling restlessly, as if breathing heavily.

If it was Arsen, or if it was Plants.

Instead of asking Khalian if he was laughing because it was fun, he would have looked at Jan. Afterwards, Jan made sure that Jan's face was full of worries and silently shut up.

Jan shakes his head slowly toward Demirea, who has not seen many of Calian's laughter. Demirea, who saw it, frowns slightly and opens her mouth.

"I never told you a funny story. I'm just talking about the unpleasantness that I've been through."

This mighty Duke of Siegfried cares about the prince's feelings or how he behaves.

"Oh, sorry. I laughed too much."

"Yes."

Moreover, he wasn't the one who hid that his mind was getting upset as Calian's smile grew longer.

"I laughed because it was fun when things went wrong."

Demirea frowns once more.

"You laugh because things go wrong, but it's weird to say it's funny. I don't know how to accept that."

Demirea seems to have given everything to Jan and brought everything she doesn't have.

Callian explains that Lucy is not this boring even in Kiri, who is very far away, but she has a shorter smile because she doesn't know how a person can be so thick.

"I don't think I'll ever see Earl Brissen move his head again."

Von Demirea asks for a moment, gathering Kalian's words as they flow out like this.

"Because of me, the prince of Brissen is no longer in good shape, and his plan has failed. You mean it was funny?"

"If you say it's because, I think I blame you. That's not what I'm saying."

Khalian shakes his head at Demirea, who picks out his words with a close squeeze.

"I'm not blaming you for what you did at the meeting. If I'd been treated like that, I'd have drawn the sword by now, so I thought I'd be more calm and responsive. Good job selling my name, too. It's a name you're supposed to use. Sell it if you need to. It's okay."

This made me wonder what Demirea would say for a reason.

"I know you won't blame me. That's not what I meant."

Demirea's words do not let anything slip away, and Callian smiles again.

"Yes."

Now that Demirea has shown her doctor that Evan wants to meet with Calian, she may need to know about it, and I was about to find out how the latter was resolved because of Alan, who seemed to have a lot of anger in Siegfried.

"But did I pay for all the bananas I ate that day?"

"Yes. You paid for the bananas."

And before I solved those two matters, I still haven't paid the price for protecting Kalian at Siegfried Manor, so I started calculating what to deduct from the price of the name I sold while carrying 'dishonor for Prince Kalian, my betrothed.'

"Then I guess I'll just have to limit my brother's room rate."

"Are you saying you want to eliminate Prince Two's entire room bill at once?"

"You don't eat much. You said you didn't sleep well. That should do it."

Demirea smiles deeply in a similar manner to the price of bananas eaten by Kalian when he awoke from his coma and the price calculated by Plants who was still awake.

"Yes, that's what I'm counting on."

The price of the shield I set up that day, the Knights I was guarding on behalf of Calian, and finding candidates for a change bag to replace Grey Brysen, and the Tiara value I made this time, are still plentiful. That was a generosity I had to take from Kalian.

When Demirea arrives, she sits together in a place far away and sighs deeply, saying that Jan is speechless. It seemed unfair to make a deal with Prince Charming when he needed all of us, but he didn't want to get involved in the conversation.

"Yes, then the calculation is done."

Callian smiles at Yan once more and brings the matter to light.

"You mean he doesn't know what to say to me?"

"Yes. Just tell him I want to see him." "

Meeting Evan wasn't that hard. The problem is Evan's mouth was lighter than Raven's mane and he made a mistake at the meeting.

"Thank you so much for thinking of me."

Evan must have tried to get rid of Calian somehow to use it as an excuse, but Remain came out too strong.

"Without so much as a scratch, the Marquis is about to get himself killed again."

It's like a mole in the spring that spills all over the land.

Calian, who drank a bite of sparkling water with lime segments and mint leaves, lowers his eyes and thinks for a moment. Then he opened his mouth to Jan.

"Jan. I want something sweet."

Jan raises his head, smiling.

"The Strawberry Blue has arrived, can I bring it to you?"

"No, I just want some honey tea. Give me a lot of honey."

When he was with Demirea, Khalian didn't want Jan to serve as an acolyte. I never asked him to bring me something else for the tea I drank.

"Yes, I'll get it for you."

Jan nods, joyfully without asking why.

After a brief glance behind him, Kalian turns his head toward Demirea after the door closes.

"Maybe we can have a duel tomorrow? If it's okay with you, I think I need to tell my brother something tonight, but I have to save the error today, about tomorrow."

There were still many dates that I had originally promised.

"No. I'll have to see Brother Randall tomorrow and go to the change bag. Maybe just the day after tomorrow. Demirea, let me tell you a lot."

"What are you thinking?"

Demirea frowns slightly and asks.

Suddenly, I was wondering where Kalian's attitude toward referring to the Dalian first.

"He let his brother go out on purpose, but changed his mind in the middle and made a hasty schedule. Do you say such things without thinking clearly?"

Callian smiles without a definite story, then says another one.

"Oh, and... Could you find someone to fill in for Brissen's change bag a little sooner?"

"My prince."

Demirea, who summoned Callian, drops something from her arms instead of answering the horse.

- Tak!

It was a pretty loud Tiara decorated with rubies and diamonds. Of course, Calian gave it up to make Demirea look like Cesar's 'bride.'

"Well, Demirea."

Calian looks down at Tiara and says something silly.

"Are we getting a divorce already?"

"I'm not interested in the bride who digs graves."

After noticing why Kalian laughed and why Jan tried to stop him from being offended by the smile, Demirea said,

"Meet the change bag, set a new change bag, and suddenly show the sword · · · · · ·."

Demirea raises her finger and points out the window.

"I'm guessing you're going to bash Evan Brissen's head in. It's not too late."

"It's hard to tell the details, but things got a little out of hand, Demirea. Earl Brissen tried to wait for me to dig his grave, but I don't think he could either. Just waiting for me to go big snake hunting."

I asked your father for help, but he didn't say no.

"There's a man in the distance who hunts snakes, but he doesn't know what snakes are. I had to step up because I thought you'd be a little bit bitter, being cautious. But in order to do that, I'm gonna have to untie a lot of handcuffs. So, yeah, order doesn't matter anyway, and it's always wrong, so I'm used to it now."

Demirea, who gave up understanding Kalian's ambiguity, just said what she wanted to say.

"Evan Brissen is strong. Just because you can see his error doesn't mean he has the upper hand in swordsmanship. If you touch Evan Brissen, he dies."

"Oh, that's what I always say."

Kalian laughs again.

"I'm not that weak either. And I'm not dying."

I never thought about throwing myself into the flaming fire, no matter how Kalian.

"I don't think the person who did this to me was sent to die for this, so I'm sure he'll keep me alive again. If I erase it, I erase it. I don't think I'll let it die. Anyway."

Demirea, who was looking at Callian with her face, has tried to stop her once again, saying, "Why does she keep talking like her brother?"

"If you don't die, you'll get hurt badly. Even if you don't get hurt, you will be held responsible for the murder of the late lord."

It was a story that Kalian already knew.

I measured, I was prepared, and I completed the calculation that I would be able to handle.

"If you're not hurt, go catch snakes. If you're hurt, you can't go to snakes. If we get trapped, we won't have to go to the snake with that excuse. The boss will take care of things later, so that's fine too."

You have to ask what the snake is and what the hell it is to know there's no answer. Demirea sighs, realizing that nothing else will work. He gave up on persuasion.

"· · · · · · · I'll come the afternoon after tomorrow. Instead."

Instead of passing on any more worthless words, Demirea grabs the stiff expression she left on the table and puts it back in her arms. Then he said to Calian with a lifelike face.

"You put your brother through the same thing again, and I'll kill him."

Okay, so don't be scared.

Callian gently replies, waiting for the honey tea.

"Demirea, I have to live well. So don't worry."

* * *

Sidi Cinnamon Tangerine.

I thought my face was frowning and smelled like a tangerine aroma I'll never forget.

The forest smelled of green grass, with the scent of cinnamon tangerines at the tip of its nose.

- Just get to the point. Don't be so sure.

A word that I remember without forgetting a word.

Giving them tangerines, telling them not to think any more about the time they spent alone. That's what I said.

- Plants, it was none of your business.

They were especially fragrance-sensitive plants, and they were particularly quick to notice. So, I immediately remembered the scent of cinnamon tangerine, which Calian told me was going to tell me something, but never give up the reason.

'Because of the same words or because of the same face.'

Plants takes a long breath, frowning and looking at Calian's face.

It still smells like tangerine.

"I hope you'll excuse me this time."

That maniac was thinking of carrying something else. He asks you to leave without knowing anything.

Should I just listen to it? I'm considering whether to say no, but Callian says it again.

"I need a good brother who listens well, not a brother who doesn't listen. For now."

"Bark."

Plants frowns and stares at Kalian with a habitual nonsense and a habitual rebuttal. Instead of the playful smile you usually make, you're smiling like you belong with Alan.

"My brother · · · · · · · ·."

What are you thinking?

What are you up to?

"Your name, sir."

Callian smiles and adds.

"You can't call me by my name. That's easier to hear. For now."

Oh, I see.

He must be crazy.

I want a name.

I think I know what you're thinking, but I don't want you to know, so they're not thinking about it, and he's probably gone crazy again today. That's why it smelled like cinnamon.

Crazy man is barking and turning away. He is going to kill me, too. If so, it is the right thing to do as a brother.

After a brief thought, Plants looks at Kalian and replies.

"I don't want to."

He's patient, with nothing or one, whether he runs out of water or not.

One side of Lucy's foot-painted lips dries up long.